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tampered2010-10-09 05:33 pm
bequiet_hescreamed) wrote in tampered2010-10-09 05:33 pm
log; in progress
When; Saturday, October 9th; just after midnight
Rating; PG for fightin' words and mentions of kissing underage girls.
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pharles_at_life and conductyourself
Summary; Adorable couple has knock-down drag-out verbal fight. You are sad.
Log;
Clef hadn't been quite himself since earlier that day-- the day before, rather, as it was now after midnight - when Umi had kissed him. It wasn't really the kiss, he decided as he stood on top of a stool in the otherwise empty kitchen, chopping herbs - it was that yet again he had found himself not in control of the situation.
Not that he blamed Umi. Quite the contrary, actually. He couldn't really blame the City, either, because it had happened at home as well. There really wasn't anyone to blame but himself, but that didn't change how frustrating it was. With a grunt he abruptly stabbed the knife into the wooden cutting board and let it stand there on end as he scooped up the chopped stems and leaves into a bowl.
Then he sighed. Really, why was this bothering him? Because of what other people might think? That was it, wasn't it? He should know better.
"That's why these things happen," he muttered, rolling up his sleeves and kneading the contents of the bowl together. Caution was certainly one of his virtues, but there was such a thing as too damn much, you know?
Rating; PG for fightin' words and mentions of kissing underage girls.
Characters;
pharles_at_life and conductyourselfSummary; Adorable couple has knock-down drag-out verbal fight. You are sad.
Log;
Clef hadn't been quite himself since earlier that day-- the day before, rather, as it was now after midnight - when Umi had kissed him. It wasn't really the kiss, he decided as he stood on top of a stool in the otherwise empty kitchen, chopping herbs - it was that yet again he had found himself not in control of the situation.
Not that he blamed Umi. Quite the contrary, actually. He couldn't really blame the City, either, because it had happened at home as well. There really wasn't anyone to blame but himself, but that didn't change how frustrating it was. With a grunt he abruptly stabbed the knife into the wooden cutting board and let it stand there on end as he scooped up the chopped stems and leaves into a bowl.
Then he sighed. Really, why was this bothering him? Because of what other people might think? That was it, wasn't it? He should know better.
"That's why these things happen," he muttered, rolling up his sleeves and kneading the contents of the bowl together. Caution was certainly one of his virtues, but there was such a thing as too damn much, you know?
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